I wrote this and called it a poem

She is a puppet on a string
Let her suffer
Let her sing
Don’t try to help her
Don’t try to save her
You can’t save her from herself
She will drag you to hell
She will trap you with her words
It’s not her fault
Her demons are pulling the strings.

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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M Best Comment

A puppet on a string, a siren who sings,
Luring you into her web of desire,
Dragging you into hell fire as she conspires,

Setting her trap with her silver tongue,
With the songs she sung,

Pulling your strings and making you wait,
Yet you hesitate, unwilling to take the bait,

You ponder and dwell a lifetime in hell,
Your mind begins to swell,

The siren smiles, bidding you to stay for just a short while,
You pause and think, your soul on the brink,

What will the future hold? for a man left to the dark and the cold...